Have broom, need stone
An incredibly stupid girl (ISG) has moved in to the apartment downstairs and across the hall. I say this because of her snow removal methods. She seems nice enough otherwise.
Now, mind you, each set of four apartments is equipped with a snow shovel and rock salt placed conveniently indoors by the stairs. Since maintenance does such a good job, I doubt they’ve ever been used. It’s just so much easier and entertaining to sit inside sipping coffee while you watch burly men carry an enormous snowblower up the seven steps from the sidewalk to the courtyard and push it around butchly.
They also use it to clear a path along the fire escapes.
We have over two feet of the stuff on the ground, not counting the additional height of the snowbanks created by the aforementioned burly men with snowblower.
See where this is heading yet? No? Re-read the title.
Rather than just walk through the inch or so that had blown in by her fire escape, ISG thought it best to clear it. Not a bad idea when carrying furniture and household goods to your kitchen door. Brava!
Alas, rather than avail herself of the shovel and salt right outside her front door, (after all, shovelling is hard work and the salt only gets tracked-in) she carried pitchers of hot water from her kitchen to pour on the sidewalk.
True, this melts the snow quickly, easily and effectively. And it creates impressive amounts of steam. What fun! But the water has nowhere to go. So it makes a puddle. Two feet wide and, oh, say, 80 feet long. (She must have drained her hot water tank.)
Said water then cools. And, later, freezes.
I’m not really incovenienced by this since I’ve been using the front door. There are, however, fresh butt-prints in the snowbanks by the fire escapes this afternoon so I’m sure someone noticed. Or didn’t.
It’s a shame our newly-formed rink is too narrow for hockey.
Ah! Curling perhaps.
